One More Day . . . .

next week,
decompression

verging on a collapse . . .

a breakdown . . .
in the face of reality

just can't wait . . .
for two more weeks

give it up,
winter is here, again

a glimpse into a lost soul

a futile protest in a city of apathy

a break from the monsoon,
and a failed escape

one month anniversary,
but who's counting . . .

as week four drags on . . .

another new day in week three,
an experiment

surviving week two

rainy Sunday in week one,
with no end in sight

a new day,

one day at a time

no lifeguard today,
you're on your own

autumn in the woods,
where is the fall color

a glimpse of the past,
but it's fall already

abandoned,

summer is over

the last days of summer. . .

crossing the bridge. . .
or it's water under the bridge

a dark day in the world of opera

the overpass and the tracks,
and a summer that is fading away

a slither of blue sky,
it's still summer

at the store, somewhere
in the middle of nowhere

a stop sign

the cafe,
and its message of the day

sunset in tranquility,
are you not?

ascending the stairs,
and expecting something different

at the beach,
a desperate getaway

stranded on Main Street,
on day one of the vacation

the remains of a forest,

a reminder of our past
and a future not so green

sidewalk chalk painting,
where is art?

lost,
on a monday afternoon

the art express bus,
just a bit over the top

if a tree falls in the forest,
and there is no one . . . .
I can hear it, loud and clear

is this bridge structurally sound?

endless summer. . .

if one could only wish

is that the only way out?

another urban decline,
masquerading as heritage

the first of the month
and only one month left of summer

on the island to nowhere
at least, it's real

sunrise at 06:05
not exactly a new dawn . . .

heart like a wheel

new toy
for yet another Day One

urban decay, in a decaying city

music for the summer fireworks

summer, back again but belated

the escape ladder, if I might contemplate

no parking, no loitering and don't bother